Dorkon Files: The Escape

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Dorkon is a small planet. Scientifically it is a moon, it orbits so close to Mars that Earth Astrologists have yet to discover it. The few inhabitants include an evil family that has ruled Dorkon since before all 556 slaves, that makeup the rest of the population, can remember. Legend says the Dorks originally came from Mars but an immense shortage of water and other natural resources critical to the Dork's survival eventually all was squandered by the royal family or simply dried up. Not an abnormal thing for such an ancient planet.

No one knows exactly were the name "Dorkon" comes from but, if mispronounced, the Dorks could get angry. They all stress that the name is, "Dor-kon" unlike the popular belief of the pronunciation, "Dork-on" The small population didn't like to be considered dorks, but in all respect, they are. The mentally challenged citizen's IQ surpassed Einstein's by nearly 50 points.

Strange how a community of geniuses could only manage to live in small cabins more commonly referred to as shacks, no bigger than a spacious out house with the smell to match.

But that's exactly where they spent every day of there 10,000 year life. When a owner of an establishment died, was arrested my one of the royal guards or... disappears, there life savings (unlikely to be any more than $5.00) and their "home" was given to the oldest son, if there is no son then the house was chopped into scrap wood for the queens fire, their savings sent to the royal treasure room, and the remaining family was left homeless. Being homeless was against Dorkon code and they would soon be arrested, use your imagination as to there punishments than double the pain and you can guess the future of the unfortunate women.

While reading the following you must not think of it as a piece of science fiction. Even the most real sounding stories could be nothing more than a highly convincing lie, but if you happen to have one of those "stories" within an arm's reach I urge you to pick it up and read the binding, inside title page, copyright page, anywhere you wish on the books cover, and I am sure you will notice the word fiction possibly following Science or history. Now go ahead look on this story's binding, cover page, whatever, oh my, they appear to be nonexistent. Why? Because this is not a story it is the most accurate documentary of 15093's (yes that is her given name) escape from Planet Dorkon.

15093 was a girl just like any other 2301 year old girl she attended the 6th grade and hated her life, home, and the queen. Just like any other 2301 year old girl and any other girl or Dorkon citizen for that matter. 15093 and her family lived in a scrap wood shack I won't bother listing their names, it would take a Dork to remember all those numbers. All you need to know is that 15093 had a mother and a brother, her father was one of the mysterious few that disappeared and were never spoke of. 15093's brother owned the home and the few attempted pieces of furniture it held although at present time he was only 3021, the maturity of a 13 year old here on earth. Dorks age (compared to a human) slow.

Being legal owner of the home and, as he saw it "man of the house" the brother felt a certain responsibility for his starving family. He wasn't exactly healthy himself and he, being a male, got almost double the rations of food the girls did, odd when the planet was mostly ruled by a Queen and her daughter, the King was to fat and slow to do anything. But what did Dorks know about being healthy? Most of them never had a satisfying meal in his, or her life. That was going to change. Thought the Brother as he stared at the chain fence that restricted access to the only fresh vegetation growing on the planet. The king's garden.

There was a polite knock on the door, not something that happened often, the polite part I mean. 15093 moved to open the door, it was half open anyway on account of it being 102 degrees outside and the cool weather felt nice. It was her best fiend Two-two her given name was 22 but she was anti numbers and more into words her favorite was differentiate. (this week) "fifteen-oh-ninety-three, I came as soon as I heard. I am so sorry." this was unlike Two-two she was usually immune to rumors. "what are you talking about? What did you hear?"

It turns out 15093's brother was caught committing one of the most serious crimes in the Dorkon code. Steeling a radish or two from the king's royal garden. "Was he really that stupid? Hungry? He got double the rations she did and no way would she even consider doing something so selfish! If he goes off and gets himself executed then both her and her mother will end up homeless. Great. Then what. 15093 kicked the only chair in the one room house, it broke into 47 pieces (a common Dork talent: counting anything in less time than it took her genius brother to decide on putting the entire family in mortal danger) By the way, the whole mortal danger thing, this is far from the first time.

It was to late for her brother, She had no doubt he would find away to escape (again) but 15093 had her mother to think about and what her mother needed was to get away. Away from this planet and this way of life. She was far to week and missed Father too much to live any longer like this, like a slave. It took 15096 all of 2 seconds to plan their escape, she had thought of it often.

15093's two friends and her self would construct a ship that will transport all of them to Mars. Mars couldn't support the life of nearly 600 dorks, but she had no doubt they could somehow survive with there only being four, Mother, Two-two, her friend 1616 and of course 15093.

The three friends got to work building a rocket out of scrap parts, and satellites that always seem to crash land on there planet, anyone's guess were they where from. When finished it looked great, like a real rocket, they were after all, Dorks. The ship only had one problem. There weren't enough seats. Even for a team of geniuses it was still impossible to construct some things out of thin air. The children realized not all of them would get to go. Two-two had her doubts anyway and was not the kind of dork that would do something she wasn't sure of. She surrendered her spot.

1616 was the kind of Dork you had to keep your distance from, he was too much like 15093's brother: smart but would rather spend the day playing and having "fun" than practice his math skills or learn something new. Having "fun" was breaking about 7 Dorkon laws, but also like her brother, 1616 didn't care. He could see nothing more exciting than escaping from Dorkon right under the queen's large nose, but 1616 realized he had not been much help with the ship, too busy using the left over parts to make a camera to take with him on the trip. He had his camera, but realized there wouldn't be a way to make film, so he gave up his spot as well.

That left 15093 and her mother. 15093 left the two arguing about the best way to construct a roll of film from a few rocks and an old satellite antenna, to go tell Mother the good news. "Mother?" 15093 could see her mother sitting on the once broken chair (she must have repaired it) in the middle of the room. She looked as depressed as always. "what do you need daughter?" "My friends and I have build a ship to take us away from here and I want... you need to come." Mother looked like she was surprised. "You know I will never leave this place. This is my home and when your Father returns I will be waiting for him" The two argued like this for hours, it was very uncharacteristic of 15093 to talk back to her mother but she was desperate. Mother was determined, she would not leave.

15093 took the news back to her friends. It was decided that 1616 would go. He hated Dorkon the most and Two-two was too concerned about her IQ points. "at the speed you'll be traveling it's probable that when you first take off, more then a few IQ points will be left behind" said Two-two "by the time you get were you're going it'll be a wonder if even remember how to land the ship." It was a risk 15093 and 1616 were willing to take for freedom.

The two friends took with them all there left over weekly rations and two-two gave them half of hers, she was not a big eater. They also took the hypno-gun 15093's brother managed to steal from one of the guards. The gun would make any one think what ever they wanted them to. It could come in handy. They took off around sun down.

Two-two was right traveling this did take a lot out of a Dork. They couldn't see Two-two after the launch, every thing looked like a blur. 15093 new she would be waving possibly crying too, she always had been overly dramatic abut everything. Sure her two best friends were in a homemade rocket headed toured a dead planet at twice the speed of light, but still there was no need to cry. They could see Mars coming up quickly in the front window. 15093 reached for the control panel but as soon as she saw all the buttons she completely forgot what to do. Her IQ took a major hit and now she had forgotten every thing. They passed the planet and kept on going. There was nothing they could do but wait.

This is the part were things get weird. No one knows what happened up there but some how the two dorks managed to crash-land somewhere on Earth. They used the hypno-gun to "abduct" two families and use them to pose as normal Earth children with normal Earth parents. But as you know both there IQ points dropped by more than half making them equal to real 11 year old kids. They managed to set the gun to do what they wanted it to, but then there was an explosion. 15093 and 1616 Hypnotized them selves along with their new families.

Today Kasey and Ronnie are ordinary children living ordinary lives here on planet earth with no memories of planet Dorkon, there old parents, brothers and sisters, friends, or even each other. You'd expect there to be some dramatic ending now but how can you find a solution to a problem that the two main characters in your story don't even remember existed? Sometimes it's good to be ordinary; Kasey's least favorite subject is math.